me banished Then mightst thou speake then mightst thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Nurse knockes Fr Romeo arise stand vp thou wilt be taken I heare one knocke arise and get thee gone Nu Hoe Fryer Fr Gods will what wilfulnes is this Shee knockes againe Nur Hoe Fryer open the doore Fr By and by I come Who is there Nur One from Lady Iuliet Fr Then come neare Nur Oh holy Fryer tell mee oh holy Fryer Where is my Ladies Lord Wher 's Romeo Fr There on the ground with his owne teares made drunke Nur Oh he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case Oh wofull simpathy Pitteous predicament euen so lyes shee Weeping and blubbring blubbring and weeping Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deep an O. He rises Romeo Nurse Nur Ah sir ah sir. Wel death 's the end of all Rom Spakest thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth she not thinke me an olde murderer Now I haue stainde the childhood of her ioy With bloud remou'd but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she And what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our canceld loue Nur Oh she saith nothing â—ut weepes and pules And now fals on her bed now on the ground And Tybalâ— cryes and then on Romeo calles Rom As if that name shot from the deadly leuel of a gun Did murder her as that names cursed hand Murderd her kinsman Ah tell me holy Fryer In what vile part of this Anatomy Doth my name lye Tell me that I may sacke The hateâ—ull mansion He offers to stab himselfe and Nurse snatches the dagger away Nur Ah? Fr Hold stay thy hand art thou a man thy forme Cryes out thou art but thy wilde actes denote The vnresonable furyes of a beast Vnseemely woman in a seeming man Or ill beseeming beast in seeming both Thou hast amaz'd me By my holy order I thought thy disposition better temperd Hast thou slaine Tybalt wilt thou slay thy selfe And slay thy Lady too that liues in thee Rouse vp thy spirits thy Lady Iuliet liues For whose sweet sake thou wert but lately dead There art thou happy Tybalt would kill thee But thou sluest Tybalt there art thou happy too A packe of blessings lights vpon thy backe Happines Courts thee in his best array But like a misbehaude and sullen wench Thou fro wâ—st vpon thy Fate that smilles on thee Take heede take heede for such dye miserable Goe get thee to thy loue as was decreed Ascend her Chamber Window hence and comfort her But looke thou stay not till the watch be set For then thou canst not passe to Mantua Nurse prouide all things in a readines Comfort thy Mistresse haste the house to bed Which heauy sorrow makes them apt vnto Nur Good Lord what a thing learning is I could haue stayde heere all this night To heare good counsell Well Sir I le tell my Lady that you will come Rom Doe so and bidde my sweet prepare to childe Farwell good Nurse Nurse offers to goe in and turnes againe Nur Heere is a Ring Sir that she bad me giue you Rom How well my comfort is reuiud by this Exit Nurse Fr Soiorne in Mantua I le finde out your man And he shall signifie from time to time Euery good hap that doth befall thee heere Farwell Rom But that a ioy past ioy cryes ouâ— on me It were a griefe so breefe to part with thee Enter olde Capâ—let and his Wife with County Paris Cap Thinges haue fallen out Sir so vnluckily That we haue had no time to moue my daughter Looke yee Sir she lou'd her kinsman dearely And so did I. Well we were borne to dye Wife wher 's your daughter is she in her chamber I thinke she meanes not to come downe to night Par These times of woe affoord no time to wooe Maddam faâ—well commend me to your daughter Paris offers to goe in and Capolâ—t calles him againe Cap Sir Paâ—is I le make a desperate tender of my child I thinke she will be rulde in all respectes by mee But sofâ— what day is this Par Munday my Lord. Cap Oh then Wensday is too soone On Thursday let iâ— be you shall be maried Wee 'le make no great a doe a frend or two or so For looke ye Sir Tybalt being slaine so lately It will be thought we held him care leslye If we should reuell much therefore we will haue Some halfe a dozen frends and make no more adoe But what say you to Thursday Par My Lorde I wishe that Thursday were to morrow Cap Wife goe you to your daughter ere you goe to bed Acquaint her with the County Paris loue Fare well my Lord till Thursday next Wife gette you to your daughter Light to my Chamber Afore me it is so very very late That we may call it earely by and by Exeunt Enter Romeo and Iuliet at the window Iul Wilt thou be gone It is not yet nere day It was the Nightingale and not the Larke That pierst the fearfull hollow of thine eare Nightly she sings on yon Pomegranate tree Beleeue me loue it was the Nightingale Rom It was the Larke the Herald of the Morne And not the Nightingale See Loue what enuious strakes Doo lace the seuering clowdes in yonder East Nights candles are burnt out and iocond Day Stands tiptoes on the mystie mountaine tops I must be gone and liue or stay and dye Iul Yon light is not day light I know it I It is some Meteor that the Sunne exhales To be this night to thee a Torch-bearer And light thee on thy way to Mantua Then stay a while thou shalt not goe soone Rom Let me stay here let me be tane and dye If thou wilt haue it so I am content I le say yon gray is not the Mornings Eye It is the pale reflex of Cynthias brow I le say it is the Nightingale that beates The vaultie heauen so high aboue our heads And not the Larke the Messenger of Morne Come death and welcome Iuliet wils it so What sayes my Loue le ts talke t is not yet day Iul It is it is be gone flye hence away It is the Larke that sings so out of tune Straining harsh Discords and vnpleasing Sharpes Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision This doth not so for this diuideth vs. Some say the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes I would that now they had changd voyces too Since arme from arme her voyce doth vs affray Hunting thee hence with Huntsvp to the day So now be gone more light and light it growes Rom More light and light more darke and darke our woes Farewell my Loue one kisse and I le descend He goeth downe Iul Art thou gone so my Lord my Loue my Frend I must heare from thee euerie day in the hower For
in an hower there are manie minutes Minutes are dayes so will I number them Oh by this count I shall be much in yeares Ere I see thee againe Rom Farewell I will omit no opportunitie That may conueigh my greetings loue to thee Iul Oh thinkst thou we shall euer meete againe Rom No doubt no doubt and all this woe shall serue For sweete discourses in the time to come Iul Oh God I haue an ill diuining soule Me thinkes I see thee now thou art below Like one dead in the bottome of a Tombe Either mine ey-sight failes or thou lookst pale Rom And trust me Loue in my eye so doo you Drie sorrow drinkes out blood adieu adieu Exit Enter Nurse haslely Nur Madame beware take heed the day is broke Your Mother's comming to your Chamber make all sure She goeth downe from the window Enter Iuliets Mother Nurse Moth Where are you Daughter Nur What Ladie Lambe what Iuliet Iul How now who calls Nur It is your Mother Moth Why how now Iuliet Iul Madam I am not well Moth What euermore weeping for your Cosens death I thinke thou lt wash him from his graue with teares Iul I cannot chuse hauing so great a losse Moth I cannot blame thee But it greeues thee more that Villaine liues Iul What Villaine Madame Moth That Villaine Romeo Iul Villaine and he are manie miles a sunder Moth Content thee Girle if I could finde a man I soone would send to Maniua where he is That should bestow on him so sure a draught As he should soone beare Tybalt companie Iul Finde you the meanes and I le finde such a man For whilest he liues my heart shall nere be light Till I behold him dead is my poore heart Thus for a Kinsman vext Moth Well let that passe I come to bring thee ioyfull newes Iul And ioy comes well in such a needfull time Moth Well then thou hast a carefull Father Cirle And one who pittying thy needfull state Hath found thee out a happie day of ioy Iul What day is that I pray you Moth Marry my Childe The gallant yong and youthfull Gentleman The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church Early next Thursday morning must prouide To make you there a glad and ioyfull Bride Iul Now by Saint Peters Church and Peter too He shall not there make mee a ioyfull Bride Are these the newes you had to tell me of Marrie here are newes indeed Madame I will not marrie yet And when I doo it shal be rather Romeo whom I hate Than Countie Paris that I cannot loue Enter olde Capolet Moth Here comes your Father you may tell him so Capo Why how now euermore showring In one little bodie thou resemblest a sea a barke a storme For this thy bodie which I tearme a barke Still floating in thy euerfalling teares And tost with sighes arising from thy hart Will without succour shipwracke presently But heare you Wife what haue you sounded her what saies she to it Moth I haue but she will none she thankes ye VVould God that she were married to her graue Capo What will she not doth she not thanke vs doth she not wexe proud Iul Not proud ye haue but thankfull that ye haue Proud can I neuer be of that I hate But thankfull euen for hate that is ment loue Capo Proud and I thanke you and I thanke you not And yet not proud VVhat 's here chop logicke Proud me no prouds nor thanke me no thankes But fettle your fine ioynts on Thursday next To goe with Paris to Saint Peters Church Or I will drag you on a hurdle thether Out you greene sicknes baggage out you tallow face Iu Good father heare me speake She kneeles downe Cap I tell thee what eyther resolue on thursday next To goe with Paris to Saint Peters Church Or henceforth neuer looke me in the face Speake not reply not for my singers ytch Why wife we thought that we were scarcely blest That God had sent vs but this onely chyld But now I see this one is one too much And that we haue a crosse in hauing her Nur Mary God in heauen blesse her my Lord You are too blame to rate her so Cap. And why my Lady wisedome hold your tung Good prudence smatter with your gossips goe Nur Why my Lord I speake no treason Cap Oh godde godden Vtter your grauity ouer a gossips boule For heere we need it not Mo My Lord ye are too hotte Cap Gods blessed mother wife it mads me Day night early late at home abroad Alone in company waking or sleeping Still my care hath beene to see her matcht And hauing now found out a Gentleman Of Princely parentage youthfull and nobly trainde Stuft as they say with honorable parts Proportioned as ones heart coulde wish a man And then to haue a wretched whyning foole A puling mammet in her fortunes tender To say I cannot loue I am too young I pray you pardon mee But if you cannot wedde I le pardon you Graze where you will you shall not house with me Looke to it thinke on t I doe not vse to iest I tell yee what Thursday is neere Lay hand on heart aduise bethinke your selfe If you be mine I le giue you to my frend If not hang drowne starue beg Dye iâ— the streetes for by my Soule I le neuer more acknowledge thee Nor what I haue shall euer doe thee good Thinke on t looke too t I doe not vse to iest Exit Iul Is there no pitty hanging in the cloudes That lookes into the bottom of my woes I doe beseech you Madame cast me not away Defer this mariage for a day or two Or if you cannot make my mariage bed In that dimme monument where Tybalt lyes Moth Nay be assured I will not speake a word Do what thou wilt for I haue done with thee Exit Iul Ah Nurse what comfort what counsell canst thou giue me Nur Now trust me Madame I know not what to say Your Romeo he is banisht and all the world to nothing He neuer dares returne to challendge you Now I thinke good you marry with this County Oh he is a gallant Gentleman Romeo is but a dishclout In respect of him I promise you I thinke you happy in this second match As for your husband he is dead Or t were as good he were for you haue no vse of him Iul Speakst thou this from thy heart Nur I and from my soule or els beshrew them Both. Iul Amen Nur What say you Madame Iul Well thou hast comforted me wondrous much I pray thee goe thy waies vnto my mother Tell her I am gone hauing displeasde my Father To Fryer Laurance Cell to confesse me And to be absolu'd Nur I will and this is wisely done She lookes after Nurse Iul Auncient damnation O most cursed fiend Is it more sinne to wish me thus forsworne Or to dispraise him with the selfe same tongue That thou hast praisde him with aboue compare So
heere slaine whom Romeos hand did slay Romeo who spake him fayre bid him bethinke How nice the quarrell was But Tibalt still persisting in his wrong The stout Mercutio drewe to calme the storme Which Romeo seeing cal'd stay Gentlemen And on me cry'd who drew to part their strife And with his agill arme yong Romeo As fast as tung cry depeace sought peace to make While they were enterchanging thrusts and blows Vnder yong Romeos laboring arme to part The furious Tybalt cast an enuious thrust That rid the life of stout Merâ—utio With that he fled but presently return'd And with his rapier braued Romeo That had but newly entertain'd reuenge And ere I could draw forth my rapyer To part their furie downe did Tybalt fall And this way Romeo fled Mâ— He is a Moâ—â—tagew and speakes partiall Some twentie of them fought in this blacke strife And all those twenty could but kill one life I doo intreate sweete Prince thou lt iustice giue Romeo slew Tybalâ— Romeo may not liue Prin And for that offence Immediately we doo â—xile him hence I haue an interest in your hates proceeding My blood for your rude braules doth lye a bleeding But I le amerce you with so large a fine That you shall all repent the losse of mine I will be deafe to pleading and excuses Nor teares nor prayers shall purchase for abuses Pittie shall dwell and gouerne with vs still Mercie to all but murdrers pardoning none that kill Exeunt omnes Enter Iuliet Iul Gallop apace you fierie footed steedes To Phoebus mansion such a Waggoner As Phaeton would quickly bring you thether And send in cloudie night immediately Enter Nurse wringing her hands with the ladder of cordes in her lap But how now Nurse O Lord why lookst thou sad What haâ—t thou there the cordes Nur I I the cordes alacke we are vndone We are vndone Ladie we are vndone Iul What diuell art thou that torments me thus Nurs Alack the day hee s dead hee s dead hee s dead Iul This torture should be roard in dismall hell Can heauens be so enuious Nur Romeo can if heauens cannot I saw the wound I saw it with mine eyes God saue the sample on his manly breast A bloodie coarse a piteous bloodie coarse All pale as ashes I swounded at the sight Iul Ah Romeo Romeo what disaster hap Hath seuerd thee from thy true Iuliet Ah why shouâ—d Heauen so much conspire with Woe Or Fate enuie our happâ—e Marriage So soone to sunder vs by timelesse Death Nur O Tybalt Tybalt the best frend I had O honest Tybalt curteous Gentleman Iul What storme is this that blowes so contrarie Is Tybalâ— dead and Romeo murdered My deare loude cousen and my dearest Lord. Then let the â—rumpet sound a generall doome These two being dead then liuing is there none Nur Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished Romeo that murdred him is banished Iul Ah heauens did Romeos hand shed Tybalts blood Nur It did it did alacke the day it did Iul O serpents hate hid with a flowring face O painted sepâ—lcher including filth Was neuer booke containing so foule matter So fairâ—y bound Ah what meant Romeo Nur There is no truth no faith no honestie in men All false all faithles periurde all forsworne Shame come to Romeo Iul A blister on that tung he was not borne to shame Vpon his face Shame is ashamde to sit But wherefore vâ—llaine didst thou kill my Cousen That villaine Cousen would haue kild my husband All this is comfort But there yet remaines VVorse than his death which faine I would forget But â—h it presseth to my memorie Romeo is banished Ah that word Banished Is worse than death Romeo is banished Is Father Mother Tybalt Iuliet All kiâ—ld all slaine all dead all banished Where are my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur VVeeping and wayling ouer Tybalts coarse VVill you goe to them Iul I I when theirs are spent Mine shall â—â—e shed for Romeos banishment Nur Ladie your Romeo will be here to night I le to him he is hid at Laurence Cell Iul Doo so and beare this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exeunt Enter Frier Fr Romeo come forth come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamourd on thy parts And thou art wedded to Calamitie Enter Romeo Rom Father what newes what is the Princes doome VVhat Sorrow craues acquaintance at our hands VVhich yet we know not Fr Too familiar Is my yong sonne with such fowre companie I bring thee tidings of the Princes doome Rom VVhat lesâ—e than doomes day is the Princes doome Fr A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom Ha Banished be mercifull say death For Exile hath more terror in his lookes Than death it selfe doo not say Banishment Fr Hence from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom There is no world without Verona walls But purgatorie torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And world exilde is death Calling death banishment Thou cutst my head off with a golden axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fr Oh monstrous sinne O rude vnthankfulnes Thy fault our law calls death but the milde Prince Taking thy part hath rushd aside the law And â—urnd that blacke word death to banishment This is meere mercie and thou seest it not Rom T is torture and not mercie heauen is heero Where Iuliet liues and eueâ—ie cat and dog And little mouse euerie vnworthie thing â—iue here in heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More validitie More honourable state more courtship liues In carrion flyes than Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of faire Iuliets skinne And steale immortall kisses from her lipâ— But Romeo may not he is banished â—lies may doo this but I from this must flye Oh Father hadst thou no strong poyson mixt No sharpe ground knife no present meane of death Though nere so meane but banishment To torture me withall ah banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlâ—ng attends it How hadst thou the heart Being a Diuine a ghostly Confessor A sinne absoâ—uer and my frend profest To mangle me with that word Banishment Fr Thou fond mad man heare me but speake a word Rom O thou wilt talke againe of Banishment Fr I le giue thee armour to beare off this word Aduersities sweete milke philosophie To comfort thee though thou be banished Rom Yet Banished hang vp philosophie Vnlesse philosophie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes doome It hâ—lpes not it preuâ—iles not talke no more Fr O now I see that madmen haue no eares Rom How should they when that wise men haue no eyes Fr Let me dispute with thee of thy estate Rom Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feele Wert thou as young as I Iuliet thy Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdred Doting like me and like